So we were Skyping with Vanessa last night and G (unwisely, in my opinion) brings up the topic of summer vacation - asking her what she wants to do while she's here. (Backstory for those of you unfamiliar - she comes for 6-8 weeks every summer and we've always gone on vacation with her somewhere...usually camping but also the US or to the ocean, etc.)
She started off throwing the ball back at him with a "what can we do" (at which point I think he realized his mistake...). So he says there's no way he's going camping without me and I tried to throw in some suggestions like visits to the water park. At which point she comes up with an "I have a suggestion but I don't know if we can." Her suggestion? Europapark - an amusement park about 3 hours away. So I spent the night last night researching and have determined that Europapark is definitely not suitable for Dylan - there are zero rides for his age group. And any park that I can think of which does have rides for Dylan's age would be totally boring for a 14-year-old. (Exception of Disneyland in Paris and that's 8 hours away).
So I start to think that maybe a trip to the lake/ocean might be a better option for all the parties involved. But the real kicker? I'm going to have a max 6-week-old infant when all this vacation nonsense is supposed to be going down. I'm not sure it's wise to go on vacation with a 6-week-old in tow - and it's not like I can just leave the Schnegglet with his Oma since he'll be nursing. (I suppose it'd make more sense to leave Dylan with Oma and take the Schnegglet to Europapark with Vanessa - pretty sure the Schnegglet won't be too concerned with missing out on rides).
So now I'm trying to figure out whether to attempt a vacation with all 5 family members or whether Vanessa's just gonna have to bite the bullet and vacation at home this year. What do you guys think? Beach vacation with a 6-week-old, insanity or doable?
As for the general panic...that's my current state of emotion. I was laying on the bed with G the other day when he commented on the size of the belly. Namely, "WOW. Your belly's gotten big all of a sudden." To which I replied, "yup. Two more months." And he gently corrected me with a "not really. Not anymore."
Ever since I've been existing in a state of low-grade panic. The ONLY thing we have purchased for the Schnegglet so far is the double stroller - and half of that is still sitting in Austria waiting to be picked up (so we can profit from duty-free). I thought we at least had the crib in the bag since we were given two before Dylan was born. Unfortunately we appear to have lost the screws for the second crib, so there's still work to be done on that front as well. So yeah...there's just a wee bit of pressure to get ourselves in gear - considering most furniture and other large purchases have delivery periods of something like 8-12 weeks. (Which we no longer have...) Oh God.
I keep trying to comfort myself with the thought that you don't have to have everything when the baby gets here. We have the car seat, we've added him to our insurance. If we can just figure out the crib/screw situation and pick up a pack of newborn diapers we'll be okay for the start, yes?
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